Wallflowers dance against the current and swirl in a disarray of colors, always out of reach. You're not alone, for as I'm here. Something you'll read here won't leave you, so I dare you to not look away, and experience something new. (Compilation of all poems already posted individually, as of yet).

How can one thought, so far away,so impossible, cause such reaction?it brings waves, cold as stone,dazed they leave me brutally on the shore.

The aftermath of the rocks against thin skin and thick bonesmakes it worth it, those thoughts,those daggers save me, they numb me,they relieve me.

I am left empty, gently lulled asleep inside my mind while the chaosbrings me down to my knees, I don't rest,eyes so observant, in denial, naïve, question the outside,while inside ignorance eats the crumpled edges of my soul,nowhere to rest.

Even the waves subside, they leave me unprotected,while the sea is infinite, my waves are not the only waves,so selfish, I throw myself over the cliff,dragging my limbs with precision,nowhere to rest.

It's invisible, the cloak that brings me sadness,I flow, and not even then their waves are quiet,they don't lull me to sleep, they keep me concious,until there's nothing left of me,nothing, I am nothing.